Oh today is day job back to reality, in the week I am a suit.
It is only at the weekends and sporadic gigs that I parade around in my Plastic Mac and a Speedo, source of all my powers, there for all to see.
Last night was Surf Reality, we launched it, it proceeded chaotically in places, to it's ultimate conclusion of intoxicated deliria, amongst a crowd of forty odd folk, mostly comedians, to be fair, mostly, but we made £26.00 quid on the door so that was nice. Finally watchng all those teenage sitcoms have paid off, and I am a nightclub promoter all of a sudden. Well comedy club, that is at night.
We are going to devise a system of giving performers waves, as in the number of waves they caught, so that it will be some kind of an informative review, giving feedback as honestly and fairly as possible, otherwise all credibilty is lost after all.
We also have to proffer up a legal disclaimer and email it to cover the Video Recordings.
So, I'll edit this list but
Surfers on the night included:
